Awakened
Ceri
Futuron
Entity
Craft
Energy
Space Ink
Cosmic Dirt
Pressure
Pressure
I left you down
broken and bruised
Prior to this
you were looking kinda lisped
Solidly confused
I offered you a way out
but you were busy slurping boos
Now everyone looks at you
on the evening news

You were stifled as you slept
I pressed tighter on your neck
I built myself inside your chest
I rejoiced
as you regressed
I relied on your emotions
then I preyed on your success
I am your game of chess
I am  very indecisive
do you like me now
More or less
that's my guess
You're my guest
stop containing
Use the press
you're so depressed
Lay to rest

I'm the space time continuum
I'm where the plates grind
With little signs called vibrations
Super volcano eruptions
wind reductions
Idle defluxion
pushing the Sun into oblivion
Sending stars into extinction
is my distinction
Every planet follows in behind
hyper Nova time
All systems are now in expulsion

Evidence has been erased
there is only pressure left!
© Paul Francis,
книга «The Celestial».
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